Quotes About Conformity

And how about the "Daily Odes to the Benefactor"? Who can read them without bowing his head reverently before the selfless labor of this Number of Numbers? Or the terrible blood-red beauty of the "Flowers of Judicial Verdicts"? Or the immortal tragedy, "Lat for Work"? Or the bedside book of "Stanzas on Sexual Hygiene"?

It's clear that you want to seem original. But is it possible that you—?" "It is clear," interrupted I-330, "that to be original means to stand out among others; consequently, to be original means to violate the law of equality. What was called in the language of the ancients 'to be common' is with us only the fulfilling of one's duty. For—

It just goes against nature for a thinking and seeing being to live among these irregularities and unknown X's. It is as if someone blindfolds you and then makes you walk around like that and you feel your way around, stumbling, and you know that there is an edge somewhere very nearby and that it would only that one step for the only thing left of you to be a flattened, mangled piece of meat. Isn't that just about the same thing I'm going through?

What's going on? A soul? Did you say, a soul? What the hell! Next thing you know we'll have cholera again. What did I tell you? [He tossed the thin one on his horns.] I told you so... we should operate on all of them, on the imagination. Extirpate the imagination. Surgery's the only answer... nothing but surgery...

With his head thrust forward like a ram, Baryba pushed his way through to the front. For some reason this was necessary, he felt with all his guts that it was necessary. He clenched his iron jaws. Something bestial stirred in him, something he hungered for, some murderous instinct. To be with everybody, to howl like everybody, to hit the one that everybody else was hitting. ("A Provincial Tale")

Ak, kad tai iš ties? b?t? tiktai romanas, o ne dabartinis, iks?, ?-1 ir nuopuoli? pilnas mano gyvenimas.

DüÅŸünen, görüÅŸ sahibi bir yarat???n düzensizlikler, bilinmezler, X'ler aras?nda yaÅŸamas? doÄŸaya ayk?r?d?r: Gözlerinizi baÄŸlad?klar?n? ve yürümeye, hem de hemen birkaç ad?m ötede uçurumun kenar?n?n bulunduÄŸunu bildiÄŸiniz halde el yordam?yla yürümeye zorlad?klar?n? farz edin.

But how was I going to explain my whole being, this whole disease that I've been jotting down in these pages? So I shut up and went along peacefully. A leaf torn off a tree by a sudden gust of wind falls peacefully downward, but on the way it twists, catches at every twig, offshoot, branch that it knows. That is just how I caught at each silent spherical head, at the transparent ice of the walls, at the light blue needle of the Accumulator Tower as it thrust up into the clouds.

Ä°nsan? suçtan ar?nd?rman?n tek yolu onu özgürlükten ar?nd?rmakt?r.

AÃ…Â¥ žije Jednotný stát, aÃ…Â¥ žijí ?ísla, aÃ…Â¥ žije Dobroditel!

But how explain all of myself, all of my sickness, recorded in these pages? And I subsided and walked obediently. ... A leaf torn off a tree by a sudden blast of wind obediently falls downward, but on the way it whirls, catches at every familiar branch, fork, knot And I, too, was catching at every silent spherical head, at the transparent ice of the walls, at the blue spire of the Accumulator Tower piercing a cloud.

And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it.

Under the regime of Nazi Germany, these perfectly "ordinary" people were turned into something extraordinarily inhuman.

Authority, as you usually think of it, is merely the excuse the strong use to make others conform to what they want.

Normal is a myth.

As soon as the train pulled into the station, the red guards would pour out of doors and windows like toothpaste squirting endlessly from a tube.

Everybody's the same. People are all the same. But it's the prerogative of youth to think it's not so.

People who wear only ready-made clothes are apt to doubt the very existence of tailors; and this pair, enthralled though they were by ready-made tragedies, had no way of knowing that there were people who had their tragedies made to order. Etsuko was, as ever, written in an alphabet they couldn't read.

And in this house it was tacitly required that I act like a boy. The reluctant masquerade had begun. At about this time I was beginning to understand vaguely the mechanism of the fact that what people regarded as a pose on my part was actually an expression of my need to assert my true nature, and that it was precisely what people regarded as my true self which was a masquerade.

To live in the midst of an era is to be oblivious to its style. You and I, you see, must be immersed in some style of living or other, but we're like goldfish swimming around in a bowl without ever noticing it.

Comprendo que en América Latina la psicoterapia se haya convertido en algo similar a eso, porque se trata de una moda estúpida que no intenta más que uniformar a la humanidad, rica y variada; una moda que instruye a los seres mediocres deseosos de llevar una a una a las ovejas descarriadas al redil del conformismo.

Estos anuncios dolían a Yuichi. Sin poder evitarlo, le obligaban a pensar que la sociedad se basaba en la heterosexualidad, ese principio, enojoso hasta la exasperación, establecido por la mayoría.

Comprendo que en América la psicoterapia se haya convertido en algo similar a eso, porque se trata de una moda estúpida que no intenta más que uniformar a la humanidad, rica y variada; una moda que instruye a los seres mediocres deseosos de llevar una a una a las ovejas descarriadas al redil del conformismo.

Time is what matters. As time goes by, you and I will be carried inexorably into the mainstream of our period, even though we're unaware of what it is. And later, when they say that young men in the early Taisho era thought, dressed, talked, in such and such a way, they'll be talking about you and me. We'll all be lumped together…. In a few decades, people will see you and the people you despise as one and the same, a single entity.